Where stories fly from prison phones to smoky kitchens. Sydney’s calling from Mount Olive, and we’re all trying to outdo each other with wild memories, dumb moves, and near-death asparagus. Flip-flop escapes, flaming hairspray, five-dollar porch punishments—every tale gets louder, messier, and ends with “you remember that time…” Music by Doli "Guilty"

Me and Linda were just kicking it back and forth. She sang in chorus, got picked, didn’t even know she could sing. I was a shy, nervous kid—biting my nails, scared to speak—but I got up on stage anyway. Just had to face the fear.

We both had our things. Linda was flipping on uneven bars like a pro, but nobody saw it. Nobody said, “Hey, you’re good at this.” That’s the part that sticks. You can be great, but if no one’s there to say “keep going,” it’s easy to let it go.

Everybody’s got a thing. A spark. A weird little obsession. Ceiling fans, Rubik’s Cubes, kickball, viola, whatever. Doesn’t matter what it is—if it lights you up, it matters. And if you see someone lit up, especially a kid, say something. Encourage it.

Music by Steve "Trousers On a Bird"

Linda trolls hard! Blocked by activist judges, not law. Cities are collapsing under violence and filth. A dude who's been in office 40 years—what’s he fixed? A corrupt sideshow to dodge. Bring peace, strength, and sanity? Who pushes chaos, censorship, and decay? I’m done pretending their disaster is leadership.

Music by Steve "Ask Yourself"

just stfu

Roger just got back from the bar. Music by Roger and Doli "The Lucky Ones"

Olfactory confessions, broken toilet seats, and a roast of stinky internet personalities. From onion-scented love to social distancing for body odor, it’s a circus of hygiene, fashion crimes, and blood blisters. Nobody’s safe—not even the red robe.

Music "Big In America" by Under The Big Top (ron,tim,doli,steve)

"Everything's Not Funny, Steve."

Linda woke up pissed. Steve just got off work. One’s trying to drink coffee, the other’s trying not to stare too hard, but staring at Linda is more interesting than looking at a train. Prisoncast, where love sounds like a fight and every episode is a mood swing in motion.

It's about the cupcakes.

Sexual Harassment

Roger’s feeding Juan hot pots again.  Prison Cat’s passed out on the amp.  Talk, trip, remember weird shit.  Sometimes we forget we’re recording.  

Sometimes we wish we weren’t.

Steve, Linda, Roger—and whoever else wanders in. Juan. Chris. Prison Cat (whoever that is).  It’s a chaotic swirl of weed smoke, wild stories, and unfiltered conversation.  We trip in Alabama. We scream about rice and beans.  We forget we’re live. A lot. Real talk. No brakes.  We call it a prisoncast.  You’ll call it your new favorite mess.  Recorded chaos. Drunk wisdom. Life, unfiltered. Open the door. Step into the smoke. Music by Roger (plus doli,steve,gantt) "Visions of You"

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